A photographic sequence about freedom as pose, performance, escape, and costume. The title already distrusts the promise. Which is usually a good start.
Artist note
Stuck in the same bubble. I jump, higher each time, but the ground always takes me back. The yard pretends to be open, but it’s just another box. No freedom, only the same fall, over and over. This repetition that annoys me but I’m forced to face it.
